Never mind the story about Billy the Kid, Doc Holliday, and Pat Garrett -- this western (the second and final film Howard Hughes directed) is about one thing: Jane Russell. Hughes' five-year battle with the censors to get The Outlaw released is well documented in The Aviator, thanks to Hughes's envelope-pushing when it came to Russell's impressive cleavage, on display in nearly every scene she's in. The film would be G-rated today, but at the time, that hint of skin was enough to send people scampering for a little water to put on their brow. Russell hadn't really come into her own as an actress, either -- here she sneers through the entire film -- but as a physical presence, wow, Russell certainly makes an impression. If you catch my drift.
Martin Scorsese tells the story of Hell's Angels in The Aviator better than Hell's Angels does itself, but should you find yourself curious about this epic and infamous production, here's the straight dope. Jean Harlow's screen debut isn't much to look at, to be honest. The air battles, however, are another story: When the boys from Oxford take down that zeppelin, I'm sure 1930's moviegoers had seen nothing like it. Behind the scenes of the war, the movie's a pass.